Bloody Mary, chapter 4
It was time.
It was finally time.
If I had decided not to leave my house and go with Billie Joe to the studio, I would have never seen her.
Mary.
But I had to have the crap scared out of me.
And it wasn't just any crap.
I was some SCARY crap.
***
"DON'T WANNA BE AN AMERICAN IDI-ot......" Billie Joe's first line wasn't quite loud enough at the end.
"Guys, what just happened?" Tre asked in a shaking voice, pulling his hands up over his face while peeking out through a small gap in his fingers.
"Tre, don't worry; the power went out, that's all...but when did a storm start up?" I asked, nervously.
"I...don't know...wasn't it bright and sunny when we left Mike?"
"Yeah, it was. But we would have heard SOMETHING on the news or the radio if a storm was coming."
"That's true. Do you think we're dreaming?"
"Yeah, sure Billie! All of us are dreaming the EXACT same thing at the EXACT same time!" Tre replied.
"He has a point there BJ..."
"I'm gonna go see how bad the storm is," Tre said as he got up off of his stool and headed towards the door. He opened the door just a bit, and he was gone.
"Tre? Tre! TRE!!!!!" The guitarist shouted. "Where are you? I'm going to look for him." And with that, my best friend ran out the door.
I realized that there was no one there and saw that the room was pitch black. It was perfect for finding Mary.
"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary."
I turned the last turn and saw....nothing.
My heart sank.
Would she ever come back?
I was about to go find Billie and Tre, realizing that they had been gone quite a while when I heard the sound that gave me nightmares.
The sound that made me cringe.
The sound that made me cry.
The sound that made me hurt.
The sound that I feared.
The sound of stabbing.
With a knife.
The sound of blood spewing.
The sound of horror.
The sound of a girl being killed.
The sound of Mary dying.
The sound that broke my heart.
I turned around to see blood.
Blood was everywhere.
All over the mirrors.
All over Tre's drums.
All over the microphones.
All over me.
I looked at the mirrors and saw Mary in them. She looked to be nine years old. I looked in another mirror and saw her again, only she was my age. It was like she was trying to tell me what happened to her. But I never saw the guy that stabbed her.
But I was shocked.
I had finally seen her after years of wishing.
She was now my age.
And looked even worse.
Yet beautiful all at the same time.
And I wanted to let her know that I wanted to help.
But somehow, she already knew.
She walked up to me.
She had tried to do the very same thing that night at Billie's.
But I ran away.
But now all I wanted was for her to not run away.
And she didn't.
She walked up to me and took my hand.
That hand.
It was so...cold.
Bloody.
Cold.
Beautiful.
And she guided me to the mirror.
She brought me in the mirror.
And I learned all about what happened to her.
And at that moment, I realized,
I loved her.
It was finally time.
If I had decided not to leave my house and go with Billie Joe to the studio, I would have never seen her.
Mary.
But I had to have the crap scared out of me.
And it wasn't just any crap.
I was some SCARY crap.
***
"DON'T WANNA BE AN AMERICAN IDI-ot......" Billie Joe's first line wasn't quite loud enough at the end.
"Guys, what just happened?" Tre asked in a shaking voice, pulling his hands up over his face while peeking out through a small gap in his fingers.
"Tre, don't worry; the power went out, that's all...but when did a storm start up?" I asked, nervously.
"I...don't know...wasn't it bright and sunny when we left Mike?"
"Yeah, it was. But we would have heard SOMETHING on the news or the radio if a storm was coming."
"That's true. Do you think we're dreaming?"
"Yeah, sure Billie! All of us are dreaming the EXACT same thing at the EXACT same time!" Tre replied.
"He has a point there BJ..."
"I'm gonna go see how bad the storm is," Tre said as he got up off of his stool and headed towards the door. He opened the door just a bit, and he was gone.
"Tre? Tre! TRE!!!!!" The guitarist shouted. "Where are you? I'm going to look for him." And with that, my best friend ran out the door.
I realized that there was no one there and saw that the room was pitch black. It was perfect for finding Mary.
"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary."
I turned the last turn and saw....nothing.
My heart sank.
Would she ever come back?
I was about to go find Billie and Tre, realizing that they had been gone quite a while when I heard the sound that gave me nightmares.
The sound that made me cringe.
The sound that made me cry.
The sound that made me hurt.
The sound that I feared.
The sound of stabbing.
With a knife.
The sound of blood spewing.
The sound of horror.
The sound of a girl being killed.
The sound of Mary dying.
The sound that broke my heart.
I turned around to see blood.
Blood was everywhere.
All over the mirrors.
All over Tre's drums.
All over the microphones.
All over me.
I looked at the mirrors and saw Mary in them. She looked to be nine years old. I looked in another mirror and saw her again, only she was my age. It was like she was trying to tell me what happened to her. But I never saw the guy that stabbed her.
But I was shocked.
I had finally seen her after years of wishing.
She was now my age.
And looked even worse.
Yet beautiful all at the same time.
And I wanted to let her know that I wanted to help.
But somehow, she already knew.
She walked up to me.
She had tried to do the very same thing that night at Billie's.
But I ran away.
But now all I wanted was for her to not run away.
And she didn't.
She walked up to me and took my hand.
That hand.
It was so...cold.
Bloody.
Cold.
Beautiful.
And she guided me to the mirror.
She brought me in the mirror.
And I learned all about what happened to her.
And at that moment, I realized,
I loved her.
